Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.